March 22, I got the call about my father had died. It was around 2 p.m. my time, when i got the call. It’s funny how I found out he was dying. I wonder if they even were planning on letting me know. My older sister and her husband send out Christmas cards every year… Continue reading The Immediate Aftermath
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My Friend Fran
I met Fran about 6-9 months, maybe a year, after I moved to the State, I currently live in. I met her through mutual friends. She was about 40 years older than I was. The age difference didn’t matter, we developed a friendship. She lived close to me at the time. I would go visit… Continue reading My Friend Fran
More on My Father’s Death
I wonder if my father was waiting for my oldest sister to come out so he could pass. It would not surprise me. After my father died, my older sister called me. Even though I’d read the test messages, she told me my father had died. She then proceeded to tell me that “we all… Continue reading More on My Father’s Death
More On My Father, PT.3
Last Saturday, I received a group text stating that my father was doing okay, though he had lost a lot of weight and gets confused at times. He evidently likes to talk on the phone and talks about me often. They said they were going to call me until they realized the time difference didn’t… Continue reading More On My Father, PT.3
My Dying Father, PT.2
As things turned out, I had the initial date wrong. The date my father went into hospice was January 4th. In late December, my father celebrated his birthday. Evidently, he thought he was turning 100 (99 actually), so my siblings threw him a 100-year-old b-day party. Through text messages, I learned that not long after… Continue reading My Dying Father, PT.2
More on Phobias
As I was writing up the first part, I suddenly remembered that there was another time I had a panic attack. I had a meeting in the basement of a church. When I went to this get-together, I had no idea it was in the basement of a church. As soon as I got into… Continue reading More on Phobias
My New Kitten is Triggering Me.
Several months ago, I adopted 2 kittens, a boy and a girl, who were 2 months old at the time. They were bonded siblings. They were at a local Humane Society satellite facility. I did spend some time together with them. The adoption coordinator told me that the girl didn’t take any shit from the… Continue reading My New Kitten is Triggering Me.
The Castle
As I said previously, I thought the door I saw in my vision, was an old door. It had a rounded top at the top of the door. After a while, I realized that the door was a castle door. The image of myself was being small standing in front of this door. Small as… Continue reading The Castle
The Last Door
I don’t remember how this came up during a life coaching session with my massage therapist, but I brought up the feeling and idea of the Last Door. There has been much resistance and feeling like there was something else coming up. And it has been that way for a while. All I knew was… Continue reading The Last Door
My Massage Therapist and Jury Duty
I saw my massage therapist seeing my doctor and brought her up to speed there, my doctor did document my PTSD, dissociation and anxiety filled experience. That way, should I ever be called again, I can go to the doctor’s office and get a note excusing me from jury duty. I certainly did not expect… Continue reading My Massage Therapist and Jury Duty